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Abby Heller- 

Burnham/ 

Jeremy Eric 

Tenenbaum 



PREFACE 

If you look at the natal birth chart of Abby Heller-Burnham (9-18-80) in comparison 
with the natal wheel of Jeremy Eric Tenenbaum (6-27-74), some points of symmetry do 
emerge. Abby has Venus in Leo on Jeremy's natal Mars; Jeremy's moon in Libra falls directly on 
Abby's Mercury. In occult terms, however, the real compatibility between them is 
numerological— both have the birth number "9," ruled by Mars. As one who spent the better 
part of a decade living with them, and witnessed the collapse into violence for both, I can say 
that they both lived under the influence of rages, fevers, and other fire-storms (it stands to 
reason I should reveal the name "Adam Fieled" is a "9" also). Neither Abby nor Jeremy was a 
character to be taken lightly; though the Philly press and the monied portion of the Philly art 
world chose to take us very lightly indeed, and are now moribund. We've burned through them. 
As a compound number, "18" is by no means favorable— its tarot equivalent is the "Moon" 
trump card, which shows droplets of blood falling from the lunar orb onto a desolated 
landscape. But it feels apropos for me to call this collection "18," because 18 also denotes 
empty materialism, and it's the empty materialism of the United States which temporarily 
defeated Abby and Jeremy. American rich kids, whose art is animated by a surfeit of 
materiality, are taught from a young age to stay on the surface of life; the martial rages of 
Abby and Jeremy drove them to push and pierce beneath the surface of things, knowing that in 
doing so they were cutting against the American grain and risking what little material 
consonance they had. 

Nine rules naive bravery, too- in some ways, Abby and Jeremy were very naive and 
very brave. They never particularly expected that their own blood would be dripping from that 
moon; extreme youthful verve propelled them forward and protected them. I had plenty of 
verve, but was also more sanguine about becoming professionalized. Now, the t-square 
between our natal Mercury placements (my Capricorn to Abby's Libra and Jeremy's Cancer) 
encourages me to butt heads with them and express our collective martial energy (as Aries 
completes the Cardinal cross). Jeremy would object that this is too recondite in some ways and 
too tepid in others (and mutter, as was his wont from the beginning to the bitter end, "I 
would've done it differently"); Abby, who was less verbally articulate, would say yeah, that's 
O.K. I guess, but I'm not sure I understand it. As was often the case, I have to be the adult and 
mediate between competing sensibilities; anticipating, as always, the sneers, jeers, and laughs 
of the Americans who espouse that any work not done for substantial wages is child's play (as 
of 2013, America embodies more levels of July 18 th than July 4 th ; July 4 th is a PFS b-day). 

"18" often represents the unexamined life; those who sacrifice spiritual reality just to 
maintain an unruffled surface. They denied Abby in particular the keys to the American art 
kingdom; but I have some faith that we'll topple them in the end. Positive, dynamic, purely 
motivated Mars is good at toppling useless structures. Moreover, the brute force of Abby and 
Jeremy together is terrific- force untempered by sycophantic devotion to cliques, rich 
benefactors, or comfortable circumstances. They were, and are, two pure fire-balls, who rock 
harder than any rock star in history, and for all time, from the wilderness, where no audience 
and certainly no plaudits are assured. That's Mars. And I do the Neptune trick (2-7-76) of 
binding everything together magically and making the joints fit. Mars and Neptune together is a 
very strange and devilish combo— PFS burns and dissolves what it touches at the same time. 

Adam Fieled, 2013 



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